Killing the cat before it could kill him had been more important than protecting himself from the creature's relatively minor retaliation, so as a result, the cat's claws were able to reach his arm and tear up the unprotected flesh. The bright red furrows left behind quickly overflowed with blood, but it was only when the cat had finally stopped moving that Light felt safe enough to withdraw his arm. If that thing got up again...
Doing what he could to slow if not stop the bleeding (the scratches were fairly deep, extremely painful, and not at all cooperating with his efforts), Light spent a few more moments staring at the dead cat before turning his attention fully to the others. He honestly felt a little detached from the whole situation, but in a completely different way than Tamaki and Hikaru probably were. This was the first time he had killed something-- really killed something-- with his own hand. It was very, very different from just writing someone's name down, but whatever horrors there were from knowing he'd caused someone or something's death had long since disappeared for him. Once the heat of the moment was gone, there was nothing but the knowledge that he had yet again done what was needed to secure his place as the god of the new world.
But that wouldn't do for his audience. Remembering the horror the realization that he'd killed someone had brought him the first two times he'd tried using the Note, he allowed a fraction of that to enter his voice and demeanor. Using all of it would have been ridiculous, of course, because while he had just killed something, its existence hadn't held as much weight as a human's at all. As for whatever fear he needed to cover the rest of the experience all of them had just gone through, Tamaki and Hikaru were the perfect examples of how to behave. Again, nothing quite as severe as exactly the same way those two were reacting, but a scaled down version should be fine. Freaked out, but still more or less rational.
With this attitude firmly in mind, he said to the red-haired man in a scared, quiet voice, "We should move. If more of those things show up..." He fell silent, casting a nervous glance into the darkness surrounding them. He would offer to help too, but doing so now when his own arm was a mess wasn't going to be very, well, helpful. The redhead seemed to have things under control, too... sort of.
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Doing what he could to slow if not stop the bleeding (the scratches were fairly deep, extremely painful, and not at all cooperating with his efforts), Light spent a few more moments staring at the dead cat before turning his attention fully to the others. He honestly felt a little detached from the whole situation, but in a completely different way than Tamaki and Hikaru probably were. This was the first time he had killed something-- really killed something-- with his own hand. It was very, very different from just writing someone's name down, but whatever horrors there were from knowing he'd caused someone or something's death had long since disappeared for him. Once the heat of the moment was gone, there was nothing but the knowledge that he had yet again done what was needed to secure his place as the god of the new world.
But that wouldn't do for his audience. Remembering the horror the realization that he'd killed someone had brought him the first two times he'd tried using the Note, he allowed a fraction of that to enter his voice and demeanor. Using all of it would have been ridiculous, of course, because while he had just killed something, its existence hadn't held as much weight as a human's at all. As for whatever fear he needed to cover the rest of the experience all of them had just gone through, Tamaki and Hikaru were the perfect examples of how to behave. Again, nothing quite as severe as exactly the same way those two were reacting, but a scaled down version should be fine. Freaked out, but still more or less rational.
With this attitude firmly in mind, he said to the red-haired man in a scared, quiet voice, "We should move. If more of those things show up..." He fell silent, casting a nervous glance into the darkness surrounding them. He would offer to help too, but doing so now when his own arm was a mess wasn't going to be very, well, helpful. The redhead seemed to have things under control, too... sort of.